Sheila Stella

G
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella,

Em
It gets poured all over her fella,  London

D
Cos’ she says, man he ain’t no better

C
Than the next man kicking up fuss

G
Drunk she stumbles down by a river

Em
Screams calling London,

D
And none of us heard her coming,

C
I guess the carpet weren’t rolled